Emptiness fills this dreaded home we lay
Where beauty is but a thorn not a rose
And love is all a duty shown each day
Life is just temporary ’till soul goes
To the abyss which holds the home of death
A fearful sight of which all will behold
Awaits until you draw your final breath
Where the fire will not shine its lovely gold
The thorn that showed strength, in here breaks away
And love is not shown as the faith we need
We miss the duty life brought us each day
And for an end to the torture we plead
And in torment there you will be taunted
Is it not what you so dearly wanted?
Moses Reid
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